He heard a sound behind him, and saw that his wife and daughter had come in.
"So you're back!" he said.
Fleur did not answer; she stood for a moment looking at him and her mother, then passed into her bedroom. Annette poured herself out a cup of tea.
"I am going to Paris, to my mother, Soames."
"Oh! To your mother?"
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"I do not know."
"And when are you going?"
"On Monday."